Zoë Bowyer

No time to write these days what with the rush to get all my Christmas presents completed and finish watching my Buffy the Vampire Slayer box set (one year after I received it).

Gracie has been with us for nearly a year now and I wouldn’t be without her, even though she is spoilt rotten. I remember that this time last year I was over excited at the prospect of getting her.

We left her with her Aunt Hannah and Uncle Jamie for the night last Thursday. Apparently, she whined most of the night. She will have to have a few more practice nights away from home before we head away for our holidays in the new year. While Miss-Tiss whined all night, I pined for her.

Dave tries to do something every day to reduce his carbon footprint, so, on Thursday he turned the thermostat on the boiler down a degree and on Friday he turned it down again. On Saturday he crashed our car. Though, to be honest, he didn’t try to crash it, rather he was hit by another car which had lost control on a slushy road. Our car is wrecked, but Dave is okay. He has a few bruises and a sore neck and knee. We spent a few days car-less then got a hire car at the expense of the crasher’s insurance.

The worst thing for Dave was that he was on his way to Ballycastle for what would have been his last dive of the season. He didn’t get to dive, but that’s okay ’cause he’ll get a dive or two in Mexico in February.